For those following me on Twitter….. whenever I am posting my literary endeavors I always tag it with #WriteOrDie hashmark.

Just for clarification ..this is not me making some lame attempt to create a trending topic… this is bigger than that…

This is one man’s goal to bring literacy back to our youth.

THIS IS A MOVEMENT

For a while now our youth have fallen through the cracks of the education systems… with No Child Left Behindstill plaguing us long after the Bush years.. and into Year One Obama.. we need to bring back the importance of reading..writing.. the arts back into the forefront of our children’s eyes and minds. Stop them from idolizing rappers and singers who can not even comprehend themselves.. and make it easily available for our kids do so for themselves.

So please join me… so that my future children don’t have to live in a world of mediocrity.

Staring at this moment in time,
the tears begin to roll down my face
leaving me mementos of a happier era

One where I loved you as all hell,
try as I might not to feel so passionately,
knowing if I let the river love flow naturally
that you would be overwhelmed…

Swept away down stream
and lost to me for all eternity
because of who I am and how I feel
is too strong for people to bare

You wonder why I strive for perfection,
cause all my flaws would murder
the perception of who I really am

Just a man…
a single individual who’s clay can not be molded
into a beautiful structure like yourself
I’m just a man
longing to be loved
and love the same

Sitting here crying enough tears to fill up oceans
I’m crying these tears of sadness
not cause I am sad to see you go
My Volatile Princess
I cry these tears because I am
not the man that owns your heart

Try as I might to occupy your every thought,
I see that my effort didn’t have the intended effect
so I stand here out in the open baring my soul to you
the cold giving my heart frostbite

I am sorry that the man
I wanna be and the man I am
do not coincide with
the darkness that allures you

Like faded pictures,
it seems like the glimmer of hope
I once had has vanished
so now all I am left with
is this moment

seeing my vision
slowing down to a stand still
I feel sorta like I am
caught in the Matrix
existence in this pseudo reality
really doesn’t suit me well
its thick like dense fog
rolling low to the ground
in the morning time

suffocating to say the least
this stifling entity engulfing
my perception of what’s certain
binding and blinding me
from the light of whats true
this light
the substance we all live for
taken like away like child playthings
never to be seen no more

all rationale thrown to the wayside
I just want to be free from this torture
which needles away at me slowly
unjustly lodged in my brain
amounting enough pressure
to turn coal into diamondsmentally…
words dance aimlessly
like heathens in pagan rituals

caring less and less about my lost reality
secondary it’s becoming..
welcoming the fraudulent falsehoods
like it was absolute truth
still..I question myself
how do I allude this illusion?
free myself from this morbid nexus
and take my rightful place in this duration

trying any
and everything I can to break
the shackles that bind
feels like I am peeling off my skin
one cell at a time
blood profusely soaking my fingertips
becoming mementos of my imprisonmentCan I Be Free?or is this false life my only destiny?